Young Woman in a Long Black Dress Standing on a Barnacled Piling

He will swim across as many clean waterways as he can. He will coast
by white lilacs the high keys of a piano, no hands, eyes closed.
He will let the ghost of the ghost bike fix his flat tire. He will add
another rejection to the pile. He will have roast beef on rye from
Angel Food Deli. Lobsters, he says, I forgot to say I’m afraid of lobsters.